Dear Patricia...

 
 
1969 Revisited
  
1969
 
it plays in my mind
like a silent film
frame
          by
              frame
with all its black
and gray shadows.
 
it sneaks up on me...
every fall
and I am forced to relive
every minute of that year.
 
it is slow moving...
clicking...
out of focus...
cracked...
and then suddenly clear.
 
it reminds me of a decision
that was made...
a decision that affected many.
 
the right decision?
 
it still haunts me every fall...
 
 
(I wrote this in November of 2001 around the time of my son's birth day...a birth day that I could not celebrate with him...always spinning me into a depression...)

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